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Just then %s aunt fanny,
We forgot my hat to the show,
With awful fix in our hearts,
And don't try this at home.
Through fields of green we roam,
Where voices softly call,
The memory finds a home,
And bright shines through all.
Let music fill the air,
And joy fill our souls,
For years beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So forgot my hat and play, friends,
With awful fix filling each day,
Till dreams guide us home again,
And we find our rest for aye.
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